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St. Paddy’s Day

Our house was full of naughty, troublesome little leprechauns this weekend, and I’m not just talking about Benjamin and Nicholas…

The boys were all about Saint Patrick’s Day this year. Benjamin has spent the last week building leprechaun traps at school with his friends, and Nicholas was more than excited when the gold-seeking goblins visited his classroom, leaving havoc in their wake. So, Pierre and I decided that the pint-sized Irishmen might just make a visit to our house too.

On Saturday, in preparation for our magical visitors, Benjamin and I baked Apple Scones. Try this recipe! The scones are easy and delicious. The boys just about ate them all, almost forgetting to leave one out as an offering to the leprechauns.

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Yummy Apple Scones.

We thought about leaving out cookies for Grandpa's Trolls too, but decided against it. After all, trolls are afraid of leprechauns, because leprechauns will steal all the trolls’ cookies.

You would think that a scone peace-offering would be enough to keep the leprechauns busy enough to refrain from making a mess in the house. Not so. Benjamin and Nicholas woke up to a all sorts of trouble and disorder (and not just from the mess that they left before bed the night before!).

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The leprechauns ate the scone, but left coins behind.

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What did those leprechauns do to the kitchen? What a mess!

As if making a mess wasn’t enough, those pesky little elves turned both the juice and eggs green! Can you believe it?

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At least there were some scones left for breakfast. Sláinte!

xo Naomi

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